1A Poem by hologramsreally bad poem sorryIt was about 9 at night I’d say When I found myself Bags packed and in transit to a dark state It was midnight when you found me on the kitchen floor knife in hand by the door Daniel or David held on to me before you got there I made him laugh when I asked about his thanksgiving plans no amount of sorry I could hand bake with love could heal the wounds I carved into both of us however, selfishly, I hope you’ll never look in the mirror and say That you deserve more © 2017 hologramsAuthor's Note
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Added on December 19, 2017 Last Updated on December 22, 2017 Tags: sad, poem, depression, love, hurt Author |